A Bronze-Winning Piece of Poetry, Written by Me – enjoy
As each new page is turned,
colours amass in every word written.
Imagery appears out of every verse
as the writers hand, etches out his tale
Descriptions of a summers sky
the colours of the birds that fly
and cotton wool clouds that pass on by
its hard for artisan to try
So listen to the tale, that’s quaint
as picture of a season i’ll paint
in words of colour on a summers day
and those in the garden that go out and play
The Inkwell 
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